Depression Poems
#depression
Depression takes a person beyond feelings of sadness, to a very dark and lonely place. Poetry about depression offers the reader a glimpse into this darkness and isolation. Depression is a serious mental disorder. A creative outlet, like writing poetry, can offer relief to some sufferers.
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
Today 5:14am
Today 5:14am
Depression
I don't want to die. waking up day to day, I die a little more. I know I've tried. the stress doesn't go away; there's just more in store....
#depression
#MentalHealth
#suffering
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InvisibleGirl
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:54am
Yesterday 00:54am
Watch what you say.
#sadness
#anger
#depression
#LGBT
#bipolar
22 reads
1 Comment
iamdaria
saturn
saturn
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:24pm
Yesterday 5:24pm
bed and coffee
when you left my life
and took away
the things I had got
I was afraid of being lonely
I was afraid to be alone
you left me
just like people left their bed unmade
or a cold coffee on a table
forgotten
needless
and when I got used to it
you came back
saying
you miss me
just like people miss their warm bed
or a hot coffee in the winter morning
and took away
the things I had got
I was afraid of being lonely
I was afraid to be alone
you left me
just like people left their bed unmade
or a cold coffee on a table
forgotten
needless
and when I got used to it
you came back
saying
you miss me
just like people miss their warm bed
or a hot coffee in the winter morning
#love
#depression
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#emptiness
18 reads
2 Comments
Kingvirky
Poem Published
19th Jul 2019 7:55am
19th Jul 2019 7:55am
Overthinking
Imaginations
Visual projections originating
From my overly stimulated cortex
Converge into
Countless calculations
In the space of seconds
Brooding
I sit on my eggs
Of projections and predictions,
Fervid diligence,
Irrational madness,
"crack", they hatch.
Fear
My body shakes and quakes.
Proceeding from cracked shells
Are eerie interpretations.
"When did I start seeing the future?"
"Now, I guess"
Headache
Overworked organs do protest,
Cerebral pains...
Visual projections originating
From my overly stimulated cortex
Converge into
Countless calculations
In the space of seconds
Brooding
I sit on my eggs
Of projections and predictions,
Fervid diligence,
Irrational madness,
"crack", they hatch.
Fear
My body shakes and quakes.
Proceeding from cracked shells
Are eerie interpretations.
"When did I start seeing the future?"
"Now, I guess"
Headache
Overworked organs do protest,
Cerebral pains...
#anxiety
#depression
#frustration #confusion
#frustration #confusion
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
19th Jul 2019 5:37am
19th Jul 2019 5:37am
Journal Entry
June 11, 2019
It's the little rituals that save me, that keep me from going crazy. I try to take comfort in small pleasures, actions. Toasted vanilla and amber perfume, bathing with lavender and rain-scented body soap, and my vape of course. Chocolate strawberries, heavy on the nicotine. The meaning may be small, but there is nonetheless meaning to be found in order, cleanliness, the mundane and daily rites of living. I am clean, I smell fresh, I put my make-up on today. I am trying, at least; I am alive. And even though I feel familiarly sad, empty, lonely and lost, I force myself...
It's the little rituals that save me, that keep me from going crazy. I try to take comfort in small pleasures, actions. Toasted vanilla and amber perfume, bathing with lavender and rain-scented body soap, and my vape of course. Chocolate strawberries, heavy on the nicotine. The meaning may be small, but there is nonetheless meaning to be found in order, cleanliness, the mundane and daily rites of living. I am clean, I smell fresh, I put my make-up on today. I am trying, at least; I am alive. And even though I feel familiarly sad, empty, lonely and lost, I force myself...
#depression
#LifeStruggles
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2 Comments
Pure_405_Evil
Poem Published
18th Jul 2019 11:31pm
18th Jul 2019 11:31pm
Surrender
I hear the voice of whispered dreams,
Which echoed long ago
The distant thunder shakes the ground,
As the fear within me grows
The voice approaches steadily,
As fires form in Its wake
I turn to flee on legs of stone,
Theres no more I can take
The world beneath me opens up,
As struggling...I run
But mournful cries of tortured souls,
Has only just begun
I force myself to continue on,
As terror fills my mind
With fear and hope my only friends,
I pray that I'll survive
Hands of Death have...
Which echoed long ago
The distant thunder shakes the ground,
As the fear within me grows
The voice approaches steadily,
As fires form in Its wake
I turn to flee on legs of stone,
Theres no more I can take
The world beneath me opens up,
As struggling...I run
But mournful cries of tortured souls,
Has only just begun
I force myself to continue on,
As terror fills my mind
With fear and hope my only friends,
I pray that I'll survive
Hands of Death have...
#depression
#dark
#suicide
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EStar
Poem Published
18th Jul 2019 9:47pm
18th Jul 2019 9:47pm
Toast
When you wake up in the morning, the first thing you do is make eggs.
You stare blankly at the egg tray in the fridge wondering how many to make.
You're home alone, which is good because you only have five eggs.
Eventually, you decide and pull three eggs out of the fridge.
You're not hungry enough for four, and it would be a shame to leave a single egg in the fridge, you reason.
Two makes more sense, but then you'd feel obligated to make something to go with it- toast, perhaps.
You contemplate this as the cool fridge air...
You stare blankly at the egg tray in the fridge wondering how many to make.
You're home alone, which is good because you only have five eggs.
Eventually, you decide and pull three eggs out of the fridge.
You're not hungry enough for four, and it would be a shame to leave a single egg in the fridge, you reason.
Two makes more sense, but then you'd feel obligated to make something to go with it- toast, perhaps.
You contemplate this as the cool fridge air...
#depression
#food
#FreeVerse
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Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
18th Jul 2019 3:30am
18th Jul 2019 3:30am
Noyade
Blatherskite's adscititious argle-bargle,
Fosters cacoethes images,
To absquatulate,
Unfortunately, only barmecide state, irate.
Vagarious behavior, causes, Brobdingnagian depression...
Noyade.
Fosters cacoethes images,
To absquatulate,
Unfortunately, only barmecide state, irate.
Vagarious behavior, causes, Brobdingnagian depression...
Noyade.
#sadness
#anger
#depression
#frustration
#disappointment
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Stoney223
melvin scott
melvin scott
Poem Published
17th Jul 2019 9:14pm
17th Jul 2019 9:14pm
HYPNOTIZE WITH FEAR
Just when you think that you are getting pass the things in your life that nearly broke your spirit and killed your soul things have a way of invading your life once again in a form of a storm, that just shows up to change your life as well as your world for as I sit here with these tears within the depth of my eyes as my silent tears falls down my face.
As the news I received shakes the very foundation of my being down to the depth of my core...
As the news I received shakes the very foundation of my being down to the depth of my core...
#anxiety
#depression
#illness
#MentalHealth
#cancer
46 reads
12 Comments
Pure_405_Evil
Poem Published
17th Jul 2019 8:06pm
17th Jul 2019 8:06pm
Fears For Tomorrow
When darkness falls across the sky
my fears hope for tomorrow
With dreams that soar like eagles fly
through peace and painful sorrow
As love remembers better times
and memories filter through
All these thoughts that fill my mind
I wonder which are true
I toss and turn as nightmares rage
with terror in the night
With horror etched upon my face
I fear no end in sight
Through space and time I search for you
my shelter in the storm
You gave me strength to carry through
I couldn't ask for more ...
my fears hope for tomorrow
With dreams that soar like eagles fly
through peace and painful sorrow
As love remembers better times
and memories filter through
All these thoughts that fill my mind
I wonder which are true
I toss and turn as nightmares rage
with terror in the night
With horror etched upon my face
I fear no end in sight
Through space and time I search for you
my shelter in the storm
You gave me strength to carry through
I couldn't ask for more ...
#depression
#dark
#despair
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1 Comment
Pure_405_Evil
Poem Published
17th Jul 2019 7:37pm
17th Jul 2019 7:37pm
The Future's End
I travel down this fated road
my future carved in stone
It seems I'm destined in this life
to walk it all alone
There's no one who can feel my pain
or know my misery
I wait for Death to take my hand
since nothing's left for me
My tortured soul keeps searching for
the comfort in the end
Since loneliness and emptiness
have been my only friend
The peace of mind within myself
can never be replaced
I long to feel the gentle touch
within It's warm embrace
Will the whispering still echo ...
my future carved in stone
It seems I'm destined in this life
to walk it all alone
There's no one who can feel my pain
or know my misery
I wait for Death to take my hand
since nothing's left for me
My tortured soul keeps searching for
the comfort in the end
Since loneliness and emptiness
have been my only friend
The peace of mind within myself
can never be replaced
I long to feel the gentle touch
within It's warm embrace
Will the whispering still echo ...
#depression
#dark
#emptiness
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2 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
17th Jul 2019 10:06am
17th Jul 2019 10:06am
tug of war
never has this mind lived in, anything close to mint mental condition; listening to each condition, while sitting the fence defenseless;
searching for friendship, isn't the best of decisions; have been learning to live with the "ripping", "wrenching", and head on collision; adrift as the wind hits;
spinning, and penning; sleep gives me strength while wake expects tension; relief is the mission....momentum shifting, within grief of a system....
searching for friendship, isn't the best of decisions; have been learning to live with the "ripping", "wrenching", and head on collision; adrift as the wind hits;
spinning, and penning; sleep gives me strength while wake expects tension; relief is the mission....momentum shifting, within grief of a system....
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness #MentalHealth
#loneliness #MentalHealth
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